Where?...

                                            Domenico Fetti  1589-1623


WHERE?

Where am I in your mind,
a scab that hasn't dried up yet?
Are you still brushing that flake away
or is it only my fancy,
my ego, that you even remember?

Am I a faded scar
whose depth you can't see anymore,
a washed-out clue to nowhere,
a name on the tip of your tongue,
similar to someone you knew,
but not a memory you would bank?

Where are you in my mind?
You are the promise
before the wound,
the hand that clasped
before letting go,
the step you took
ahead of the fall,
a selective remembrance
only I seem to have.


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